Stephanie

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Back when I was with Ryan, I was reluctant to do my part in oral sex. It seemed like a chore, something nasty I was for some reason expected to do.

Yet with Trevor?

I openly volunteered it. I dropped down on my knees and begged for him to let me suck his cock. Trevor was doing things to me, and I don't know if I liked it.

Bars? Not me. Picking up guys from there? Definitely not me. Bringing them home and blowing them? Really not me.

I smacked my lips at the thought of being able to do it again. I had only gotten the slightest taste of his seed, and it was enough to somehow make me more.

What was wrong with me? I was a teacher and not a porn star.

He stood, picked me up with ease, and placed me down on the sofa, coming down on top of me horizontally. Another series of kisses, I still felt his girth press against me.

That girth that really didn't seem like it should be possible.

"You ready for this, Steph? You ready for the train?"

"Is that what you call it?"

He shook his head with a smirk. "That's right, you never heard my legend yet. Well, I guess you'll get to experience it firsthand."

"Aren't you full of yourself?" Was it really ego, though, when he was smuggling a summer sausage in his pants?

"The only person who's going to be full of the Train is you." Well, he had a point.

He guided himself to my slit. I had to admit that I was a bit scared. It'd been so long since I had any man, let alone a behemoth like Trevor. Could my body manage to take such a thing, or have I made a horrible mistake?

Well, I was pretty sure I already made a horrible mistake, but another mistake on top of that one.

The head of his cock meets my entrance, and I start to realize exactly what I've gotten myself into. I almost panic as I feel him split me apart as he thrust inside of me, all of him, in the blink of an eye.

I let out a high-pitched breath, my eyes rolling back. What the hell is happening to me, and why do I like it so much?

He hooks my legs, spearing himself in, before starting to fuck me proper.

It was that moment that I knew I was ruined. I was never going to be able to experience something quite like this again. This is how a man entrances you, keeps you.

This is how a man makes you his.

"You're going to milk me dry, Steph, you're strangling me already." He was gasping himself. Was I doing the same thing to him? I couldn't have.

Then again I couldn't believe he'd want me in the first place. Maybe my pussy was tight enough that I was going to make him mine too.

"I'm going to fuck you until you scream," he whispers, his breath tickling my ear. "Then, and only then will I give you my cum."

Did I want his cum? As he slid in and out of me, I shuddered with delight. I didn't want to stop this. No, not for anything. I was in for the long haul. I would get Plan B or whatever it was. Future me can deal with this nonsense.

Present me didn't want to ruin this. Not for anything. Since present me was here right now, present me wins.

Present me? Was very, very happy with how this was turning out. Trevor was fucking me hard, wasting little time setting a delightful and rapid pace inside me.

His cock was like an orgasmic tidal wave rolling in, then rolling out, and then crashing right back into you with an even bigger impact than before.

There's so much of it. It's overwhelming, and in a sense, painful. I squirm under him, but he pins me down, holds me steady, and forces me just to ride out this immense and blissful storm he's visiting on me. Crying out, I'm panting I'm sweating.

I'm folded up like an accordion as he continues to fuck me, each and every penetration dragging me deeper into paradise. He rubs my clit as he takes me, because me just taking his cock wasn't enough for him. He has to make me climax so fucking hard that I'll pass out.

There's no way I can hold on for long. I'm arching back, I'm bucking into this monster, but it's all too much. Biting my lip, I have no choice but to scream for him. "Fuck me, Trevor... please, just don't stop, whatever you do, don't you dare fucking stop."

It really wasn't me, but I'd tell him anything I needed to in order to keep this all going.

"You're already there, aren't you? Cum, Stephanie. Cum for me."

I obeyed. God, did I obey.

Trembling, I was almost there. Almost to my climax. One last thumb on my clit and I'm shaking like a lunatic, a blissful explosion unleashing on my body. I'm beating the shit out of my couch with my fists trying to cope with these sensations, my vision blurry.

Yet he didn't stop. Trevor was still fucking me. This guy had ludicrous stamina, and that was something I definitely wasn't going to complain about, not one bit.

"I need you, Stephanie. I need you, deeper, harder. Let me fuck you like the animals we both are."

Breathing hard, I nodded, knowing I wanted more, in whatever form it would take. Woefully without his cock inside me for a brief moment, I turned myself over, presenting my backside to him, propping myself over the backrest of my couch.

"Fucking hell, your ass is just.... it's just too perfect. You sure you're not some sort of dream, Stephanie?"

"I could ask the same of you," I said, although in a much more exhausted tone.

For my question, he pinched me in the ass.

"Ow!"

"Pinched myself too. Nope, I'm not a dream. Guess you're just this fucking hot in reality."

He wasted little more time thrusting himself back inside of me. Deep, deeper than before, I knew why he wanted to change it up. God, he could really fuck me here. His rhythm didn't take long to get going, to get roaring and uncontrollably fast. I was letting out voiceless gasps seconds after he started again.

Trevor drove it home further, slapping my ass like I really was in some sort of cheesy porno. Soon though, even he was proving he was just a mortal man. His brief foray into porn switched to gripping my hips tightly and fucking me harder, pushing how deep he could really go.

I wanted him. Everything. "More," I mumbled.

"You still want more? You get better by the second."

He was pushing himself to the limit inside of me. I don't think it was physically possible for his cock to go any deeper, and I was feeling the full brunt of it.

It would only be moments before he was going to send me over again, and this time, Trevor was going to be right there with me. My back arching toward him.

"Cum for me, Stephanie. Cum with me."

I never knew words could feel so good.

The climax hits me, well, like a train. Rushing through my body at nearly the speed of sound, rumbling all the way through. I bend back into him, the sheer bliss making me shoot up rigidly right beside him, his hand across my breasts and holding me there.

Deep within, I could feel myself close around him, squeezing his cock, yearning for it, desiring it, caring little for what the fallout would be.

"Fuck... Fuck!" He gasped, then he quivered inside. Feeling his cock pulse, the warmth flood me in bursts, again and again. His orgasm was like a lion's roar,

Our bodies, for a brief moment, were totally and completely one.

Still holding me so close, he fell onto the sofa, pulling me into him. His cock was still well embedded inside of me, and I was in no rush to make him pull it out. There was a stupid smile on my face, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I look back at him. You rarely call a man beautiful, but at that moment, I couldn't think of any other word. The way he was looking at me, there truly was nothing more beautiful in the world.

Exhausted, tired, I couldn't even think of a more comfortable place at that moment. I was falling asleep naked in the arms of a guy I just met.

The guy I just fucked with wild abandon. The guy who I let cum inside me.

I should have been worried and scared shitless.

Yet there was only serenity when I was in Trevor's arms.